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  • French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

    [Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
    Ooh
    Yeah, louder
    Hey, hey
    I’m in London, got my beat from London

    [Chorus: French Montana]
    Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
    New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
    Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
    Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
    Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
    Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
    Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
    Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

    [Verse 1: French Montana]
    Louder
    Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
    I’m not playin’ that shit
    French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
    Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
    No stylist
    And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
    Yeah, look around, they quiet
    She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

    [Chorus: French Montana]
    Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
    New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
    Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
    Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
    Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
    Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
    Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
    Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

    [Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
    (Louder)
    I got the game in a squeeze
    Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
    Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
    Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
    Iced out, no stylist
    No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
    And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
    Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
    Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
    In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

    [Chorus: French Montana]
    Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
    New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
    Lifestyle, no stylist
    Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
    Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
    Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
    Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
    Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
    Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
    New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
    Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
    Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

    [Outro: French Montana]
    No stylist
    No stylist


  • Tinashe – Fashion Nova Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hitmaka

    Ay, yeah
    Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
    Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
    Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
    Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

    Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
    Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
    Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
    Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

    [Verse 1]
    Bad Habits, I got issues
    Bad Habits, I got issues
    Got your bitch behind the tint, presidential
    Fucking up on your bitch, intermission, aye
    Don’t know ‘bout you, but imma buy them Jimmy Choos, aye
    Ain’t ‘bout no rules, I’m like “I know what it do”, aye
    Ain’t got no chill, you know Young Nashe act a fool
    ?

    [Hook]
    Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
    Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
    Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
    Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

    Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
    Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
    Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
    Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

    [Verse 2]
    Domier, book a flight, link up with ya
    Too much sauce, I’m the stash when I’m with ya
    Don’t give sweet girls no way
    It’s a snack and a wrap in them jeans


  • Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Be in your broad
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Money in every room that I walk in
    I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
    Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
    If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
    Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
    I got some guns in the pool pit
    And with my car, got a full kit
    Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
    Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
    I look at the greatest like who is this?
    I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
    I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
    I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
    I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
    I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
    Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
    I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
    I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
    I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
    Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
    I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
    She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
    I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
    Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
    Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
    You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
    She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
    Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
    S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
    Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
    Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
    Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
    Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
    Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
    We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
    And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
    We got the top with the sun down
    I ride round the town with the top down
    I peek out the covers like clowns
    My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)


  • Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Be in your broad
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Money in every room that I walk in
    I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
    Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
    If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
    Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
    I got some guns in the pool pit
    And with my car, got a full kit
    Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
    Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
    I look at the greatest like who is this?
    I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
    I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
    I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
    I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
    I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
    Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
    I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
    I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
    I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
    Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
    I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
    She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
    I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
    Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
    Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
    You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
    She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
    Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
    S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
    Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
    Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
    Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
    Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
    Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
    We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
    And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
    We got the top with the sun down
    I ride round the town with the top down
    I peek out the covers like clowns
    My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
    Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
    I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
    Came here to party (skrrt)
    Check out the options
    I make a moshpit (woo)
    I never forfeit (forfeit)
    Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
    Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
    Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
    I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)


  • Dora & Dolly – Serving The Plug (feat. Young Thug) (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 1: Dolly]
    I’m cuffin’ that bag, I’m cuffin’ that bag
    And I’m feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    You talkin’ ’bout cash, you runnin’ up racks
    And livin’ good, hell yeah
    Jimmy Choos all on my feet
    Diamonds, they all over me
    Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
    Please do not get too close to me
    Baggin’ these niggas like groceries
    Had to stay down ’til they noticed me
    My shit on negative 4 degrees
    No hoe in my blood, ain’t no hoe in me
    I’m with the bullshit, don’t approach me
    I’m walkin’ [?] on me
    They screamin’, "Hey Dolly," I’m lowkey
    I fronted him bags of the OG

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    I’m drivin’ my car, I took me a bar
    I pull up the Mas’, hell yeah
    I used to be young, I used to be small
    But I do it larger now
    These lil bitty boys, better not start
    I’ll shoot ’em to God, yeah, yeah
    I love when them boys droppin’, they ain’t hard
    I’ma pull their card, oh yah
    Ayy, hey do your thing, I ain’t stoppin’ you
    My bitch want the money like prostitutes
    I tell her to wait like a copper do
    I’ll tell her Dora and tell Dolly too
    Their informant buy everything
    Pussy nigga, better know they watchin’ you
    Free Unfunk, I got the Rolls Royce
    Now they lookin’ sour like a lemon do
    I was standin’ on the block
    And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy
    Never met a nigga dude name crazy
    And I was the general, ayy
    When my brother died, I lost my heart
    And I lost my ceilin’ too, ayy
    Lil Dora tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 3: Dora]
    Pull up sprayin’, fuck with the clan
    I’m ready to die, hell yeah
    Ain’t no free bands if you ain’t the fam
    Yeah it’s whatever
    Your talk is cheap, I got the AP
    And it shine bright like the whip
    You niggas done told, you niggas done fold
    You niggas know y’all know better
    I told my bro, I told my sis I got ’em
    That’s what matters
    I keep my work and I got a lot right here
    And it’s guarded with the ‘Reta
    Thugga I told you ’bout the bankroll
    These niggas can’t make us sweat
    We on the road, sold out shows
    I thank God for that

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah


  • PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

    [Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    I got the boots, I got a coupe
    I got no roof
    I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
    Longway and Thugger
    We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
    Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
    The leprechaun bitches move
    I walk in the club and I dap it
    My coupe is all filled with gadgets
    Get way too much green like a salad
    Wrap it and ship it the package
    Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
    I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
    Young rich nigga live lavish
    I [?] for the kids
    I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
    Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
    I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
    Rollin’ up the good fruit
    Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
    Lean, lean, lean
    I’m Uncle Phil for the week
    I got Pints only for me
    Smokin’ on g
    Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
    Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
    I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

    [Verse 2]
    How the fuck I can’t afford
    My molly white like a tourist
    Her booty fatter than Norbit
    I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
    Just a little something to do when I get bored
    Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
    Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
    Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
    Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
    Imma make your bitch snort it
    Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
    Made a million dollar dealin’, food
    My style is safari, she [?] my body
    And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
    Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
    My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
    That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
    Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
    No doctor prescription but we got the juice
    Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice